Devil's Island

Devil's Island - Architects

Written by：Architects/Thomas Searle

This is your country this is your home

Here is the house where you grew up alone

This is your country this is your home

Here is the house where you grew up alone

The city streets you used to love

Are bruised and broken are black and blue

On our TV's miles away

On our doorsteps with no reason why

Take it back

Take it back

Take it back

Take it back

Take it back

Take it back

This is your country this is your home

Here is the house where you grew up alone

Remember this remember this for what it was

Remember this remember this for what it was

Remember this

Remember this

Take it back

Take it back

Take it back

You want a voice but your voices sound like violence

You don't you don't deserve this life

You don't you don't deserve this

This is your country this is your home

Here is the house where you grew up alone

Remember this remember this for what it was

Oh a bleak projection of absent minds

You want a voice but your voices sound like violence

You shout so loud but all I hear is silence

The city streets that you show no love are bruised and broken

Because of you

Because of you

Because of you

This is your country this is your home

Here is the house where you grew up alone

This is your country this is your home

Here is the house where you grew up alone

Remember this remember this for what it was

Remember this remember this for what it was